Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. OH MY GOD!

What? It can't be. No, this is a dream. A horrible, horrible dream.

And I am going to wake up from it. Now. Now. NOW?

Maybe I'll pinch myself. That'll work. No? A punch? NO? Oh no. The blood's seeping from my nose. And everyone's looking at me like I'm a retarded freak. Control yourself. Deep breath. In. Out.

That mean's I'm awake. This isn't a twisted, demented dream. This is real! That means he's really… dead. Dead. Cold, hard dead.

The funny thing is it bothers me. It bothers me a lot. In fact, my insides are screaming like there is no tomorrow. Why? I've hated him the whole time I've been with him. He used to get on my nerves. He used to test my patience. He… loved me. And I had said that I had liked somebody else. That had broken his heart. Tears had formed in his beautiful brown eyes. And he had turned away and said two words that had frozen my heart like ice: "I understand."

He had asked me to marry him. And I had said what? I liked somebody else? Ugh, why? WHY? Those tears… that tone. I am so stupid. No, I'm so stupid. WHY DID I SAY NO? I could have been so happy. But I have wasted my life. I loved him too!

Then I remember his sadness. He kept on glancing at me. And when we were alone, I wanted so bad to say that I was sorry, and reach over and kiss those lips and my worries goodbye. But I was not strong enough. I thought he had found somebody else. And that he would say that his first rejection was bad enough. I couldn't stand it! I was going crazy! I needed him, I needed to love him and kiss him until I was worn out. But then it happened.

I was in my apartment, sipping coffee. I was only just thinking of him when the tears fell. I was oblivious to the world then and was just engrossed in my sobs. Then I heard a loud noise – coming from outside. Like a big crash. I rushed outside – to find a car crash. I rushed outside with some blankets – since it was raining. When I reached outside, it was all a terrible mess of car parts and people.

"Oh my god!"

"Is that…"

"Tyson Granger!"

"The World Champion of Beyblade?"

"Is he breathing?"

"No… I don't think so."

After hearing that, I fought my way through the crowds in endless tears. When I reached my dearly beloved, he was taking his last breaths, and his eyes were half-open.

"Tyson! Tyson, oh, Tyson," I cried.

"H-Hilary?"

"Yes, I'm here darling. I'm here for you, don't die."

"Hilary? The pain…"

"I know, love. I know it hurts but you have to hold on. Listen to my voice."

"Hilary, I – I love you."

"I know Tyson. I love you too. A lot. Trust me. And I agree to marry you."

"Hilary…"

I held him for a few seconds as he breathed on my neck slowly.

"Hilary… oh, Hilary."

I laid him on the cold, wet street and climbed over him. Then his lips and mine met in a passionate, searing kiss.

His soft lips went down my neck just trying to find more skin. I was still kissing him when he whispered slowly, "Goodbye, Hilary."

Then there was a painful silence.

"Tyson?" I shook him. "Tyson?"

"TYSON! NO!"

In my cold clothes, I sat in the street, not caring about anyone or anything, not even that I was getting wetter with every second. I just cared about his caring and lovely embrace back there. In the street. And then I think about the day he wanted to marry me. And I had said no. And he had died… because of me.